As soon as New Year's Eve passed, right on time, the sky outside exploded with fireworks...
After the fireworks faded and the festivities ended, the night became quiet and deep, drowsiness setting in.
But Ming Ge was wide awake. She took off the coat that had been chilled by the winter snow while watching the fireworks outside, wore only a close-fitting sweater, lay on the bed shaking her legs, joyfully tearing open red envelopes.
There were ones from the elderly Mr. Gong and Madam Gong.
And some from her own father and her in-laws.
She lacked for nothing; the fun of opening red envelopes was in the mood.
Gong Yeyan placed a glass of milk on the bedside, "Darling, drink this before you sleep."
Ming Ge waved her hand, "I'll drink it later; I am not sleepy yet."
Gong Yeyan sat at the edge of the bed, with a lazy tone in his voice, "Finish it and you'll get a red envelope."
